Mr billionaire's regret chasing his irresistible wife by Gabby Emmanuel

Horny and angry.

(ARIELLE'S POV)

At the close of work, Jared was already waiting outside the restaurant to drive me home.

"Your Mr. perfect is here," Rebecca announced, her head peeking through my office door.

"Go away, Rebecca," I replied smiling.

"Alright, alright," Rebecca giggled and left.

I hurriedly parked up as I would rather not keep Jared waiting. Walking outside, I met him leaning on his car, waiting for me.

"And how was work today, Mrs. Smith?" He asked, the moment I got to him.

"Hectic as usual."

"You wouldn't stop if I asked you to, right?" He teased, taking my handbag.

"Not in this world," I responded. My job was my life, and I couldn't imagine life without my profession.

"Here, let me help you get in," he said, outstretching his other hand. I took it, and got into the set beside the drivers.

Jared got in beside me, strapping his seat belt in place. I expected him to start the car, but he turned to me instead, a serious expression on his face.

"Arielle," he began, his voice low, almost hesitant. "I haven't been much of a good husband to you lately. I know that. All I ask is for your understanding. It's... it's because I'm looking out for Sofia."

The words made my stomach churn. I could already feel my defenses rising. "I won't be able to forgive myself if something bad happens to her," Jared continued, his facial expression unreadable. "She's in my care. My family, her family-everyone expects me to protect her, like I always have. I know I've never explained this to you, but Sofia's mother saved my mom's life, Arielle. That's how our families became connected. I've never told you this before because I didn't want to burden you with it. But it seems... my way wasn't right. I'm sorry, love."

Every other thing Jared said faded into the background, as I pondered on his revelation. This must explain his deep loyalty and zeal to look out for Sofia.

larger, something that always pulled Jared toward Sofia. It explained his overprotectiveness, his guilt, his

you there?" Jared said,

responded, blinking. I didn't

gaze more intense now, searching mine, "do you think my actions lately

little too much? I mean, I understand you two have a past together, your families are friends, and you feel the need to protect because of her mother's act of kindness in the past, but I still think you should set boundaries. We're married,

sighed and took my hands in his. "I know, Arielle. I know. You see, Sofia is needy, but trust me she was never like this. She's pregnant,

retort that the pregnancy hormone was not to blame. Sofia is a spoiled brat in actual sense, but I held myself. Jared was trying, and it would be cruel to escalate things further. I was too tired.

Will you be a

away. Sofia was unpredictable, and I can't make promises that I might be unable

hesitation, his gaze darkening as he leaned in closer, his breath warm

not on her best behavior, I

of my neck. I froze, my body tensing under the sudden jolt of sensation. "Jared..." I breathed, barely managing to get his

and teasing as he traced the curve of my neck. "Promise?" he whispered, his voice a low, enticing murmur. "Jared, d... don't," I murmured,

Arielle," he said, making a circular movement with his tongue, and this time, I could not help

I moaned in surrender, when he left

kiss was hot, ravenous, aggressive. I lost my sense of reasoning at that moment, as Jared attacked the walls of

I have forgotten how good foreplay, romance, and even sex with Jared was? He was an expert in matters of the bed, and he always left me satiated after every session of love making. Sofia's arrival had made things tense, that sex hadn't crossed my

loudly when Jared reached for my blouse, and

on us making out in your restaurant parking lot, do you?" Jared chided, even

mouth, my body aching with need as I

phone cut through the air, halting our sexual escapade. Jared froze, and let the phone

immediately, the phone rang again, and Jared groaned, leaning away from me. He took out his phone from his pocket and glanced at the screen, and his face fell. "What's wrong? Who's

me, hesitated,

and sat up in the

"I'm sorry, Arielle. We..."

home, please?" I said, my voice cold

he responded and straightened

had to call in the